To Tell Her She's Mine

Haruhi wanted to tear her hair out from the roots. Damn these finals! Sure she'd always said that studying was something she enjoyed doing, and she'd do anything to become a lawyer like her mother, but she'd also do anything to get rid of the stress and constant headaches that came along with it. Then there was, of course, the charity ball she had planned for the weekend. This month had fallen on her, it was her turn. As she took some aspirin, she had to grudgingly admit that that was not the only thing bugging her. Looking down the hallway to the shut door at the end, she wondered about Kyoya. Things had been a bit tense and she couldn't understand why. Of course, this time of year was always busy, but it just seemed like there was something there that was making everything so distant. Deciding she needed a break anyway, she saved her place in her text book and grabbed a bottle of water.

Knocking once, she opened the Study Room door to find her boyfriend typing speedily on his desktop while listening intently on the phone. He looked up at her once then looked back down at the screen. Sitting down on one of the loveseats by the window, she waited for him to finish. When he was done he stretched and plopped down heavily on the seat next to her. "How are you?" she asked handing him the bottled water.

He shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his glasses as he swallowed. "Alright I suppose. My brother has just canceled another meeting, for God knows what, so naturally, my father's pissed and has me doing the make-up work, but enough about my stress, you?"

"Same, except my situation has to do with school and finals," she smiled.

He laid his head back and sighed, his hand resting on her lap. She played with his fingers, interlacing hers with them and tracing the lines on his hand. "Know what?"

"Hmn?"

"We haven't done anything in a long time."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

She smacked his arm lightly with a blush. "Not in that way, you pervert! Although I guess that too… I meant we haven't hung out."

"'Hung out'? I guess not. The charity event is this weekend, relaxing can begin there," he said.

"Yeah for a night and it won't even be relaxing. While you're in slacks and comfortable leather shoes, I have to wear and heels and I planned this thing, so actually it won't be a chill moment."

"Well what do you want me to do Haruhi?" he snapped half-heartedly. "I can't take any days off until, God knows when, and you're busy, too. It's going to have to wait. In fact I have a meeting with my father this evening. It seems he's a bit stressed out over my inability to stay within the beautiful picture frame already set before me."

"I was just mentioning the facts. You have seemed more stressed and a bit more distant. We hardly ever talk anymore."

He froze and looked away shamefully. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you worry."

"What's wrong Kyoya? I don't understand anymore, you've closed yourself up," she tried now that they were having this conversation.

"Nothing," he said with a shrug.

"Nothing?" she asked incredulously. "That seems like the only answer you ever give me anymore." She got up from the sofa and sighed softly.

"Haruhi, don't worry about it, it's nothing important."

"Well, apparently it is important if it's stressing you out."

"Yes, it's stressing me out, you don't have to worry."

"Yes I do, why wouldn't I? I'm supposed to be this "other half" and I can't be because you won't let me," she said in irritation. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I mean I ask you where you have been, you say nowhere. I ask you what's wrong, you say nothing," she sighed. "I just feel out of the loop."

"So you want communication?" he asked sarcastically.

"Stop taking this lightly."

"I'm asking you what you want!"

She rolled her eyes. "You know what? Apparently, you've been stressed out and it's stressing me out which is stressing you out more, so I'm going to go."

He stood. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Well, my father's wanted me to give him a visit, what better time than now?"

"The ball's this weekend," he argued.

"Who said you had to go? I'm going to be going earlier; it's not going to make a difference."

"Fine, do what you want."

"I will," she moved to their bedroom and took out her travel bag. He followed her.

"You're not serious?"

"You thought it was a bluff? No it wasn't, things have been tense, no matter if we chose to ignore it or not, you won't tell me what's up and I don't know what's up anymore, so yeah, we kinda need this."

He came towards her and put a hand over hers in the closet. "No Kyoya," she said pulling away. "You need time to think and so do I."

"Okay, so I've been acting distant, why can't we just work it out here?"

"Because, you won't, you know the last person I saw act like this was Tamaki before he confessed!"

"I'm not having an affair!"

"I never said you were! All I meant was that apparently, you're having an internal conflict that you need to deal with! You won't talk about it with me, so why don't you go talk it out with yourself or with Tamaki!"

"So that's your only complaint? That I'm being "distant"?"

"No," she said simply.

"No? Then please, pray tell, what else am I doing that's making you unhappy!?"

She slammed her clothes on the bed in anger. "You want to know? Okay, riddle me this: why is it that you've never once told me "I Love You", hmn?"

He froze and adjusted his glasses in search of words. "I have told you that," he finally said in defense.

"Riiiight, indirectly, you've never said the words "I love you". I mean do you? I know I do, I've told you countless times and you never say it back. Am I wrong or am I right? Do you?"

He couldn't answer, he was in shock. He was beaten. The great Kyoya Ootori, had nothing to say, he was speechless. Haruhi nodded and sighed deeply, then brushed past him until he stood alone in the middle of the bedroom.

She slumped into one of the large arm chairs in the spacious sitting room and blew the bangs out of her face. Taking deep breaths, she rested her head on the back of the sofa and dug into her jeans for her cell phone. She needed to talk to someone. Who should she call?

Tamaki? No, she was in no mood to deal with his moods and blubbering. On top of that, Kyoya would probably be calling him for advice or comfort, or whatever they talked about.

Hunny, Mori? Nah, they were in America right now, teaching a class for an upcoming competition. They were probably busy.

Hikaru, Kaoru? Actually… yes. They were always ready to talk or listen to her talk and at least she could listen to reason from the more rational twin. Decided, she hit the "Call" button and waited for them to pick up.

Hikaru scrunched his eyebrows in concentration, plucking one of the many pins from between his lips to pinch together the fabric on the dress the mannequin wore. He scrutinized his work before creating another crease in the dress, squinting his eyes to make sure he didn't catch too much fabric…

Suddenly, he heard a familiar ringtone scream at him from the top of the table in the center of the brightly lit room. Before he could register it, though, he opened his mouth in surprise.

"Shit!" he swore when he realized the pins he'd held had now scattered all over the floor. "Kaoru!" he whined. "Get your friggin' phone! Ow! Shit!" he swore again as he pricked himself. He quickly stuffed the offended digit into his mouth to soothe the searing pain. "I thought I've told you a thousand times! NO CELL PHONES SLASH NOISES IN THE ZONE ROOM!"

"Pipe down already!" Kaoru laughed as he ran in. "Don't you recognize the ringtone?" he asked slyly.

Hikaru stopped glaring at his twin and listened to the playing music. Kesha's "My First Kiss" resounded across the room causing him to grin and race towards the phone. "It's Haruhi!"

Kaoru snatched the little device before he could and answered the phone. "Yellow? Haruhi?!" Hikaru pouted but slung an arm around his brother's neck to lean in and hear what she had to say.

"Hey Kaoru, Hikaru."

"Wuz Uppppp?!" he shouted, mostly into his brothers unoccupied ear. Kaoru shoved him playfully, but both returned to the phone.

"Uh—I need to talk to you guys."

They both raised eyebrows, "What about?" Kaoru asked.

"Stuff?" she offered.

Hikaru rolled his eyes. "Haruhi, you're a terrible liar, but," his face lit up with an evil smirk.

"… you can come over and talk to us…" Kaoru continued.

"We have your dress ready for you…"

"… we'd like to try it on you."

They listened closely for her protests, but they never came. Weird.

"Okay," she sighed. "Be over in thirty minutes."

"Ooooo Ooooo," Hikaru started, sounding like an excited monkey.

"Bring pizza!"

"The usual! I'm starving!"

Haruhi sighed and the line went dead. They both stared at the phone, perplexed. "She's so mean!" Hikaru complained.

"Did she seem a little…?"

"Upset? Like duh."

"Wonder why…" Kaoru thought out loud.

Hikaru went back to picking up pins from the ground. "Who knows… Glad she called us first. I bet it has something to do with Kyoya, though, he's been acting like such an ASS lately."

Kyoya debated whether or not to go out and talk to her. He felt like pulling out his hair! If only things weren't so intense at work, he would have been able to calmly talk to Haruhi, not explode at her. Just as he reached for the door of his study, his cell-phone rang and he immediately answered it with efficiency.

"Ootori Kyoya, speak…"

He listened to his secretary jabber nervously into the phone, but he also listened to the quietness of the house. He heard her talking and instantly calculated she was talking to someone on the phone. He heard it click and heard moving about coming back into the room. There was some more shuffling until the bedroom door opened and he heard her soft footfalls on the tiled floor. He shut his phone suddenly, cutting off the ramblings of his secretary and moving his hand towards the handle of the door. Flinging it open he walked quietly towards the living room, but the front door had already shut closed. He raced towards it and flung it open, but she was gone.

"Damn."

"Yay! Haruhi! Look how well it fits!"

Haruhi turned to look at herself in the large floor length mirror(s). The midnight blue, floor length gown was beautiful to perfection. The creases in the middle created an hourglass figure, bringing out every curve her body had to offer, and showing some that she didn't even know she had. The twins had, once again, outdone themselves. She looked down sadly when she realized there would be no need to wear it for someone, though.

"What's wrong Haruhi?" Hikaru asked, cupping her chin so she looked up at him.

"Yeah, Haruhi, you've barely said a word since you've gotten here." Kaoru added softy.

She headed over to the dressing room and shut the curtain, missing the puzzled glances the brothers sent her way. "It's Kyoya," she finally mumbled.

"I knew it!" they both said at once. She rolled her eyes and after delicately removing the dress from her form and changing into her jeans and t-shirt, she stepped out. Heading over to the box of pizza that was left untouched, she sat on one of the bar stools around the table always reserved for three, plucked a pizza and chewed thoughtfully. Soon she was joined by the other two and they ate in silence until she spoke again.

"I don't know what's wrong," she said absently.

"What do you mean, Haruhi?" Kaoru asked.

"He's just been so… distant…"

"Distant?" they both echoed.

"Hmn. We had a fight today."

"Really?" Hikaru asked in disbelief. Sure arguments were bound to arise in a relationship and sure Haruhi and Kyoya had had disagreements, but that's all they were, disagreements, but a fight? "What was it about?"

"I just told him that we haven't done anything in a while and it just escalated from there," she explained.

"You haven't done anything in a while!?" Hikaru asked mouth agape.

"Not like that! What is it with you guys! Kyoya thought the same thing!"

Kaoru rolled his eyes at his brother. "So, then what happened?"

"It came to the point where I told him I'd be staying with my father for a while, and we're not going to the charity ball together."

"What…?"

"…That bad?"

"The thing is…" she said fingering the top of her water bottle. "I mean… " she looked away. "Can I tell you something?"

"Hmn?"

"You can always tell us anything, Haruhi," Hikaru said.

She looked up sheepishly, a deep scarlet forming at the base of her throat all the way to her cheek bones. "Kyoya hasn't… he hasn't quite said those three words…"

"What?!" they both exclaimed together.

"I mean… he's said it indirectly… but never "I love you" and it's just always bothered me," she said self-consciously.

"Oh…"

…Haruhi," they said coming off their stools to embrace the brunette. "Kyoya's an idiot, but maybe he just hasn't realized it yet, you know? He's a guy after all."

She laughed quietly, "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you both were gay, with the way you seem so adept to the mind of women."

"That's mean!"

"Anyway…" she said, getting out of her chair and over to the Zone room. "What's up with you guys?"

"Nothing much," Kaoru answered with ease. "Emma is kind of pissed at me right now."

"Yeah and me and Amanda broke up yesterday," Hikaru added going over to the large center table and leaning over his designs.

"Amanda? I thought it was Sophia?"

Hikaru blushed and Kaoru sniggered. "Yeah, player, what about Sophia?" he mocked.

"We broke up last week," he muttered.

Haruhi laughed. "You're insufferable, I can't believe you go through girls like that!"

"Hey! In my defense they ask for the date, I'm nice in going then call one more time, after that, if they weren't interesting, I make them break up with me, so I've never dumped anyone, 'kay? I'm the nice guy."

"So what's up with you and Emma? I just talked to her yesterday, she seemed fine."

He shrugged. "I dunno. She got really mad last night, started going on and on about how I've been busy,"

"Yeah, you should've heard her; she sounded like she was going through menopause!" Hikaru laughed.

Kaoru rolled his eyes, "Anyway, she's at home right now, living in our guest bedroom, she's mad."

"You have been kind of busy lately," she pointed out.

"Oh thank you very much. I mean, Hey, I can't help it! The fashion show is in three weeks, we still have three dresses to make and design and two to finish making."

"Yeah it's been kind of hectic," Hikaru murmured, not looking up from the long strokes he was making in the large sketchpad.

"Hey, why don't you and Hikaru go to the ball together?"

"Huh?"

"Eh?" Hikaru said in surprise, making a slash in his drawing. "Shit," he swore.

Kaoru laughed. "As friends, of course. You can't show up dateless; Hikaru doesn't have a date either so just go together."

Haruhi shrugged. "Fine, just don't milk it, okay?"

Hikaru's mouth felt like they were filled with cotton balls. "Yeah, sure," he laughed. "Eh! We can match!"

Haruhi rolled her eyes, and did a face-palm.

"….okay… yes, are you sure the bouquets aren't there yet?! Check the back room… okay I'll wait… I told you Sophia. Try to relax, I'm already on my way… yes… uh, no… see you then, bye."

Hikaru raised an eyebrow, extending a drink to her as she clicked her phone shut. Looking over at his expression, she laughed and reached over to accept the offered champagne glass. "You know, Inever thought I'd be seeing you do this," he commented lightly.

"What? Organize an event?"

"Well… for rich people," he sniggered.

"Stupid, rich bastards," she muttered darkly with a light laugh.

"Anyway, have you talked to Kyoya?"

"Hmn, no. He—um, hasn't called."

Hikaru raised an eyebrow. "Will he be there tonight?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

The limousine stopped and he buttoned a button on his suit jacket in preparation for getting out. As the chauffeur opened the door, he stepped out smoothly with a bright smile. "Hikaru Hitachiin has arrived!" he heard the girls swoon, and smirked. Camera's flashed at his arrival, but even more so when he reached a hand to escort his date. "Haruhi Fujioka!" came the surprised gasps.

Haruhi allowed Hikaru to lace his arm with hers and as they walked amidst the screaming reporters and fans, she worried if this might have been a mistake. "Where's Kyoya Ootiri?!" one asked, shoving a microphone into her face. "Are you dating Miss Fujioka?" Someone asked Hikaru.

Haruhi mentally rolled her eyes, but kept the smile on her face pleasant. Finally, they reached the double doors of the Hall and she breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't know how you guys do it, that exhausts me every time!"

He laughed and placed his hand on the small of her back to pose for a picture. "It's not that bad. As long as we know the truth, it's fine."

"I guess," she muttered. "I'll see you later," she said with a wave. "I have to go make sure everything is fine."

"'kay, see ya!" he waved and went to the open bar. It was still early so there wasn't really anyone here. He saw a flash of blonde hair and the waves of the fluttering's of rose petals. "Hey Tono," he greeted.

"Hikaru!" he greeted. "My son, how are you? Where's Haruhi!? Is it true that Kyoya broke up with her and she is now leaning upon you for emotional support. What the hell is wrong with you! You don't touch what's not yours! I'll have your head-"

"Tamaki!" he heard his wife chasten. "Dear, those things are simply things reporters say, now let go of him!"

Tamaki looked back at Hikaru who was now pinned up against the wall, hands up in defense. "Oh," he said lowering the red head from his grasp.

Hikaru laughed. "Hey, sit down already, have a drink. What's with Kyoya?" he asked casually.

Tamaki was thrown off for a second and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "W-what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, what's up with him and Haruhi."

Tamaki sighed. "Well, I really don't know what's Haruhi's side of the story, but… according to Kyoya, she began acting ridiculous, saying how they never hang out, how he's always busy… but he also admitted what she accused him of… that he's never said 'I love you,'" he summed up after a drink from his wine glass.

"Why? For the love of god, why?!" Hikaru asked in exasperation. "I mean, I just don't get it! How did they even get together, or even sleep together without him saying 'I love you'?!"

"Shut-up!" he hissed, placing a hand over the younger boys mouth. "I wasn't supposed to tell!"

"You're a horrible friend!" he teased. "Whatever, this isn't news to me, Haruhi told us on Thursday."

"Okay Kaoru, you can let go of my arm now. Good-bye," someone said sharply.

Both turned to see Emma striding away from her boyfriend, her chin held high. Kaoru stuck his tongue out at her back and then found his friends at the bar. Hikaru laughed and Tamaki followed suit. "She still upset?"

Kaoru grumbled a 'yes' and pouted.

"Hi guys!" Hunny waved enthusiastically. Mori smiled and Mayu smiled and waved before leaving to find Haruhi.

Everyone was chattering, the room growing louder as more and more people arrived. "Where's Kyo'chan?" Hunny asked with a frown. The group shrugged their shoulders, wondering if they should stop waiting and head to the main hall, or continue waiting for their friend to arrive.

"Well, the dinner's going to start in thirty minutes, along with the speeches and biddings and such. We'll give him another twenty minutes. Besides, it's not like we have to find seats, they're already reserved." Hikaru said.

The other three nodded and continued talking until something made them turn around. Kyoya had arrived and Haruhi had just entered the room. The four watched the exchange in interest, smirks widening their faces as they strained their ears to hear the hushed conversation.

"Sophie, I need someone to check on the front hall, there are way too many people arriving at once," she said into her headset.

"Roger that boss. You know you don't have to worry about this. We've got it, you go and have fun."

Haruhi grimaced and caught sight of the former host club, save one, sitting at the open bar. Screw this, she thought with a smile. I will have fun, I deserve it.

"Sophie, you're right. I'm handing in my head set. Find me if there's an emergency."

She heard Sophie laugh, "Okay, knock'em dead!"

She handed her wires over to a nearby attendant and smiled brightly. It faltered, though, as she saw who entered the room.

"Haruhi," he said cheerfully with a smile. He wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. She was confused for a minute, but when she heard the click then saw the flash of the camera, she immediately smiled and leaned into him. "How have you been?" he said through clenched teeth.

"Well, and yourself?" she responded, her smile never wavering.

"Never better," he said with ease.

A muscle twitched in her eyebrow. "Is that so?"

The photographer nodded to them and moved on to another couple, leaving them alone.

"You came with Hikaru?" he asked, brushing away a lock of hair from her face.

"Hmn, yes. He didn't have date," she responded, pretending to be wiping lint off of his jacket. Because she had walked in with the twin and not her boyfriend, questions and rumors had risen, in such a short time no less, and so to put them to rest, they acted as if nothing was wrong.

"Hmn, I didn't have a date."

"Not my problem," she countered with a small smile taking his arm and allowing him to lead her to where the others sat.

Before they were in hearing distance, he bent down to kiss her cheek. "This discussion isn't over," he murmured.

She felt a shiver go down her spine. "Well, you tell me when it is," she retorted sharply.

"Kyoya! Haruhi!" everyone exclaimed.

"Hi guys, come on into the main hall already, dinner is to be served."

Haruhi stepped onto the stage, the applause short and appropriate. "Thank you for coming today," she started into the microphone. "I am pleased to announce that thanks to everyone's generous donations tonight, we have well passed our goal of two billion dollars!"

The applause lasted much longer and Haruhi smiled brightly. After a few more words, she bid the audience to enjoy the rest of the evening and then stepped off the stage, taking deep comical breaths.

"Good job," he said proudly. He placed an arm around her waist and they posed for a couple of photos before he lead her back to the table. After everyone congratulated her on not fainting or tripping, she smiled and excused herself with a wry glance to the raven haired male beside her.

"Kyoya, wait," Tamaki said, holding up a hand before his friend could stand to follow the brunette.

"What?"

"Tell her about it," he said simply.

Hikaru sighed, "Do you love Haruhi, Kyoya?"

"Of course I do," he said without hesitation.

"Then why haven't you told Haru-chan how you feel?" Hunny asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"I think it's because you're afraid," Kaoru said with a tone of realization in his voice. "You're afraid of commitment, and of rejection and maybe you've just been taking advantage of the fact that she's always been there for you."

"Haruhi is something very valuable," Mori stated. "You need to let her know that. Don't think that because she's always been trusting in you, will instantly wipe away any insecurities."

Hunny nodded. "Hmn, Kyo-chan, when someone is in love, you always feel insecure, you feel that you aren't doing the right thing and so you hide away your feelings. What you don't know, is that by hiding away your feeling and feeling insecure, you are also making Haruhi feel insecure in her love towards you."

"She doesn't feel she's on stable ground with you, Kyoya. She's starting to lose her balance and you need to be there to break her fall," Hikaru said with a frown.

"Tell her how you feel," Tamaki said again, looking at Éclair with a fond smile, then at his wedding band. "You won't regret it."

Kaoru stood suddenly, a distant look on his face. "Don't make the same mistake I made."

"Eh?" everyone asked in confusion.

"I've been doing the exact same thing to Emma! I'm such a hypocrite! Tell her how you feel, damn it!" he shouted then blushed as everyone, including the people sitting at the other tables, stared at him in surprise.

"Just say the truth," Tamaki said, interrupting the silence.

Kyoya nodded, the glare of the lights hiding the emotion in his eyes. As he walked away, feeling the stares of mostly everybody in the room, his hand went to the item he held in his pocket. He gripped it for reassurance, but realized it would be a better reassurance to the girl he loved. She loved him and he loved her, but he needed to tell her. He needed to tell her that she was his.

"She's mine," he said to himself. Full of confidence he stood straighter, his chin high in the air. Looking around he spotted her outside, amidst the flowers in the garden. She stood, hands behind her back, staring up at the sky that was illuminated by many colors due to the setting of the sun. As he opened the door and shut it quietly behind him, she looked towards him, her face showing nothing about what she might be thinking.

He noticed, for the first time, what she was wearing. Her dark hair was put in loose curls, falling down over her bare shoulders. The strapless dress she wore, a Hitachiin original, was simple and elegant complimenting the delicate beauty of her figure. He looked at her shoulder blades, the milky skin that made a sharp contrast against the midnight blue of the fabric. His eyes finally found his way to her face and she quirked an eyebrow at him curiously. He had been staring at her. He fought the urge to blush shades deeper than the red of the setting sun and strode over to her, his confidence slowly making its way to his vocal chords. He looked at the flowers and at the sky, anywhere but at her. He didn't know what to say. She was the only one who'd ever been able to declare him speechless, and he loved her for it. He loved every part of her, every single inch of her frank and fiery personality.

"Kyoya," she said, bringing his attention back to her form. He stared into her eyes, the chocolate colored eyes he seemed to drown without even trying. She sighed and looked away from him, either gathering her thoughts or waiting for him to speak, he didn't know. So he spoke.

"Haruhi, I am sorry for upsetting you," she looked at him in surprise. He had to make sure the air was clear of mixed emotions before he said what he needed to say. "I'm sorry for causing you to feel unwanted or unneeded, as if you had become a regular, daily feature in my life." The hand in his pocket curled around his most prized, material possession. "I never meant to make you feel that way, or to be so indifferent all the time."

She smiled, and he relished at the warmness it provided. "It's alright Kyoya. I know who you are and how you act; I think it was just the stress that really caused us to have that minor melt-down."

He pushed up his glasses and chuckled. When he looked up again, she was already turning away, towards the door. With a start, he realized she was avoiding the main issue. She thought he wasn't going to address it. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him in one fluid motion. She blinked at the contact and then embraced him. "I…" she began, but then stopped herself. He looked down at her to let her continue what she had to say. She blushed. "I—I think we should go back… the others are probably worried."

But that's not what she'd wanted to say, and he knew it. She'd stopped herself out of the insecurity that had developed in the past couple of weeks and he immediately felt the yearning to take her in his arms and assure her of his love. He froze and pondered, Why didn't he? Why couldn't he do that one thing he wanted so badly to do? He was a coward and she wasn't. She had taken so many risks for him and he was going to be brave and do the same. Why did he feel so insecure? He was sure of her love, so then why did he feel like a hormonal teenage boy with a massive crush?

He was nervous.

"Wait, Haruhi," he said pulling away from her. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and kneeled in front of her, never mind that his Armani suit was never meant to touch the ground, he kneeled in front of her and looked up at her. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked down at him with a bit of wonderment in her eyes.

"Haruhi, you are my other half. You are the person that I want to spend my forever with. I want to reassure you of my love," she gasped softly. "I want to show you how much I care with this proposal." He opened his hand and looked upon the soft glimmer of his mother's ring. The simple grace of the intricate design of diamonds around part of the golden band made both stare in awe.

"Haruhi, I love you. Please do me the honor in being my wife," he looked up at her, waiting for her answer. She smiled widely and gestured for him to stand up. Confused, he did so and he was immediately embraced tightly. She looked up at him and leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth and then finally his mouth. One hand found the small of her back and the other found the back of her neck, pulling her as close as she could be. When they pulled apart he chuckled. "I take it, that that's a yes?"

"It's a definite yes," she breathed breathlessly. She looked down at the hand that still clutched the ring and she bit her lip as he slipped it on.

"Kyoya?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I love you, too," it was the first time she could add that last word, 'too', to the end of that phrase, but she only had a minute to register it before the sound of 'whoops' were heard from the inside. Everyone had crowded around the small doorway and they both laughed.

"I love you," he said again. "I love you," and then he bent down to kiss her once more.

The End

A/N: There we go! Oh it feels so good to be done with a story, it gives me confidence! If you guys liked it review! If not don't, but whatever I mean its not ike I'm going to cry or anything... ::CRIES::... btw, chapter based on "Tell Her About It" by Billy Joel and "Mine" by Taylor Swift. 3

Anyway, please review and newt story to finish is... LOVE SECRETS! Can I hear a "whoop whoop?!"

Love you guys!

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